Tulbas thinks a moment and says, "If you run you will make it. We will hold out the make shift stick Selowen is leaning on and pull you to ensure you pass quickly. What spells have you learned today? Maybe they can be helpful." He wait to Selowen to come near him to execute the plan. "Lean on me and pull strong once he grabs the stick." he tells her.

Tulbas Erogund (Tower of Wayreth)"I have some enchantment and necromantic spells prepared," the man answers. "Nothing that will help here." He takes a deep breath. Then he takes another, and then a third. "Alright, here I go."

He steps up onto the wardrobe, which creaks terribly with his first foot, and even more with his second. Sweating bullets, he starts to make his way across. However, the creaking gets louder and just as he's about to reach the other side, it gives way beneath him. He makes a mad grab for the ledge on Tulbas' side, and thankfully grabs on with one hand. But he is left dangling there and his grip is starting to slip. "Ah, help, help!" he cries in panic.

Arulia Seroth (323 Three Forks, Seroth residence)"Well, I hope this last lead works for you. Is it steady employment?" Vera asks. "Does it pay better than the smithy does?"

Grubnick (High Hand Inn)"I can't say for sure," Green Tears responds. "If it was an attack, it doesn't seem like a very serious one. The soldiers seemed to get it under control pretty quickly."

As they are talking, Ne-Chanz and Shima both arrive just seconds before the final bell for curfew. They have a seat at a table and order some food and start talking.

Arulia pauses, unsure whether she should tell her mother about the Belzorites. Deciding that it'd only worry her more to tell her of her exploits in the lair of the Belzorites, and grateful for her mother's unusual lack of concern about her doings, she says, "Um...yes...I, uh, hope it will. But then, it wouldn't take much. Nobody much can afford to come to the smithy much anymore."

Tulbas Erogund (Tower of Wayreth)Tulbas grabs hold of the man's hand and pulls with all of his might, but he is too weak. Selowen rushes to help, but her bad leg causes her to stumble and fall, crying out in pain. She can be of no assistance in her current state.

"I'm...I'm slipping!" the man cries. His hands are very sweaty, and this isn't help Tulbas in keeping his grip. The young elf pulls and pulls, but to no avail. The man cries in horror as Tulbas loses his grip on him. The man falls into the pit, disappearing into the darkness below. His cry is interrupted by a wet thud sound, and then only silence.

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Tulbas makes a STR check [TN 8] (1d20): 20, fail.

Arulia Seroth (323 Three Forks, Seroth residence)"Things are tough all around," Vera agrees. "They say the taxes will go down once the war is over. We just need to hold out until spring."

Tulbas keeps staring at the pit hoping to hear something. Then he puts his hands on his face in despair for a moment, looks at Selowen, helps her up and say, "I was sure with him holding one side of the stick, both of us the other and have about three steps to make he will easily pass. Fortune was not in his favor." Tired and aching Tulbas stretches. "Let's move on." he goes back with Selowen to the entrance and then to the room opposed to the one of the apprentice. The room where the conspires had talked. He only takes a quick glimpse to see if something of importance might catch his eye and then continues with Selowen to the next room where the last apprentice he met should have been.

Arulia shakes her head. "I haven't heard anything about Father. I talked with Kendra today for a few moments, and I think she'd have told me if she'd had heard anything. I'll go and ask to see him tomorrow; maybe they'll let me in this time.

Grubnick thanks Green Tears and accepts Shima's invitation to join them. Making a habit of cutting it close I see... he says to Ne-Chanz, teasing him good-naturedly. What keeps you out so late recently? he asks quietly. That same excursion I wasn't able to join you in last time?

Grubnick looks at the Minotaur for a long moment. ... lost? Oh... I'm sorry to hear that... if you need to talk about it... or... The goblin stops, unsure what else to say. He hardly knew Ne-Chanz in the first place, but it was his nature to want to help when he thought he could... probably how I get in trouble so often... he thought wryly to himself.

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